Skin-to-Skin Cuddles

Brek

Following chapter 19

Dinner remained quiet throughout the duration. Jalon didn’t return. I imagine I’m not the only one feeling a little guilty. It wasn’t a secret that none of us were Jeannette’s biggest fans. For no fair reason, either. She was perfectly nice. Not once did she do, say, or behave in a certain way that made me think badly of her.

Honestly, I don’t have a reason. To me, she just didn’t fit in. She was too… polished. Which is stupid because Jalon is always polished too. In reality, she probably should have been perfect for him.

Voss and I walk down the hall, hand-in-hand, toward Axl’s nursery. We still don’t speak. Not when we step into the nursery and Voss changes Axl. I lean against the wall and watch as he tends to his baby.

As if by a magic signal that was given once Axl is in his pajamas, one of the kitchen staff appears at the door with a bottle. She taps lightly since it’s open and holds up the bottle.

Voss picks Axl up and stops at the door for the bottle. “Thank you, Nancy.”

She flashes him a smile. “Have a good night.”

I watch her disappear into the hall before turning my attention back to Voss. He grabs a burp cloth and then pauses. His eyes meet mine. “Do you want to feed him?”

Chills cover my body, and I shake my head. Holding babies is terrifying. “No, thanks.”

As if Voss can hear my thoughts, he gives me an amused smile before taking a seat in the rocking chair. I sit on the bench opposite and watch him feed Axl. It’s quiet for a few minutes.

“I feel guilty,” Voss says. He meets my eye. “I didn’t like her.”

I let my head hit the wall and smile. “I was just thinking that. Unfairly, I didn’t like her either.”

“I keep trying to pinpoint why, and there’s not a single reason I can think of.”

“Yeah. The only thing my brain can come up with is that she didn’t fit in, which is stupid. She kind of fit into the house perfectly.”

Voss sighs. “So… Dad’s a lot like you. He’s aromantic; something we learned somewhat recently.” He glances at the open bedroom door. “He doesn’t choose his partners based on romantic love and… I get that. To each their own. I know there are a lot of reasons people choose to be in relationships that have nothing to do with being in love with them. The thing is, his reasons for choosing Jeannette always felt hollow. Shallow.”

“What reasons are those?” I ask.

He sighs. “He was looking for someone to attend events with. Meetings. Conferences. That kind of thing.”

“Arm candy,” I say, amused.

Voss laughs. “Yeah. But he’s going to retire soon, right? Let’s say he has ten years left. Each year, there are a dozen events or whatever he needs to attend that he feels he wants someone on his arm for, right? And let’s say he has another forty years in him. So that’s a hundred twenty days that he needs someone out of roughly fourteen thousand six hundred. That’s less than one percent of his life!”

I look at him incredulously before I laugh. “You seriously turned this into a math problem?”

He huffs. “My point is, it feels like the wrong reason to marry someone. We’re talking marriage! Arguably, you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with that person, right? And the reasons he has for wanting to marry her are these events and appearances. We asked. That’s what he told us. Not that he enjoys her company. Not even that he wants a life partner. Not that he’s lonely or that she’s fun and makes him happy. It’s these appearances.”

“Huh. Yeah, that’s weird.”

“But now I wonder if we got it wrong. There’s no missing that Dad’s upset. Now I feel like an asshole.”

“Maybe he’s not upset. Maybe he’s shocked. Has anyone ever broken up with Jalon Van Doren before?”

Voss snorts. He puts the empty bottle on the table beside the chair and adjusts Axl so he can burp him. “I guess you’re right. Maybe we’re just interpreting it as being upset when really, he’s surprised. Confused? I think we were all shocked at the engagement ring on the table, and the expected reaction to a breakup like this is that one or both parties are upset.”

“I hope he’s not upset. I hope that it’s just shock. Your dad is one of the best people I know, so I hope he only ever has good things.”

He smiles at me. “Thanks. Me too.”

Axl’s loud burp has us both looking at him.

“How can such loud sounds come out of such a small person?” Voss muses. He lifts Axl to look into his face. “Hm? Care to answer that, little Van Doren?”

I grin. My grin softens when he brings his little baby to his chest, cradling him.

“It’s early, but do you feel like cuddling in bed for a while?” Voss asks. “Axl’s ready to sleep again. What I wouldn’t give to be on his schedule—eat, shit, sleep. Someone waiting on me day and night.”

“Are you kidding? You’d be bored out of your mind.” I get to my feet when he does and follow him to the door. Axl’s almost three months old, but Voss isn’t comfortable having him sleep in a separate room yet.

He nods, crossing the hall to his bedroom. “You’re right. I can’t imagine being waited on. I have just the right amount of spoiling.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yep. Everything money can buy, which allows me the freedom to be as independent as I want to be.”

I shake my head. Voss lays Axl in the cradle against the wall across from his bed. He’s within a few feet but far enough out of the way that no one is going to trip over him at night on the way to the bathroom.

Voss rubs Axl’s back for a few minutes and then turns to me. “Is being a spoiled rich boy a turnoff?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You think I’m something other than that?” I challenge. “My family isn’t the Van Dorens, but they’re pretty wealthy too.”

“Ah,” he says, crossing the room. His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me against him. “That’s why we understand each other so well.”

“That’s why, huh?”

“Spoiled boys are not taught how to handle their emotions. I recognized a kindred spirit in you right away.”

I huff.

“Get naked with me. I want some skin-to-skin cuddles.”

“You didn’t use the correct tone. That wasn’t snooty enough.”

Voss laughs. He grips the hem of my shirt and tugs. “It’s not about the tone. It’s my unwillingness to take no for an answer. I may have phrased it as a suggestion, but really it’s a demand, and if you don’t do what I want, I’m going to throw a tantrum.”

His grin is cute. I love when he teases. A glint flashes in his eyes.

“Lucky for you, I’m wearing too much. I was going to get naked anyway.”

“Tell yourself whatever you need as long as I get what I want.”

“Uh-huh.”

We pull our clothes off, dropping them to the floor at our feet. I’m watching him as each inch of skin is revealed for me to drool over. He’s beautiful.

Once we’re both divested of all clothing, Voss pulls me flush to his body again. The air feels charged. Warm. It makes my breath catch and my chest warm.

I’m not entirely sure if the hard cock between us is his or mine. Hmm. Could be both. It’s so damn weird to be so easily turned on. It’s even weirder when I’m expecting it and it doesn’t happen. Like, sometimes my hormones get the memo, and sometimes they ignore it completely.

Right now isn’t a time when they ignore it.

Voss’ hands slide down my back and cup my ass. “Want to get into bed?” he asks, pressing kisses to my lips, over and over.

Sighing, I nod. “Yep.”

We shuffle backwards, not letting each other go, and crawl-stumble our way onto the bed. Our kissing becomes more intense. I love that it’s never sloppy while still being consuming and intimate.

I touch him everywhere. Voss’ hands roam over me, touching me all over. Every place his hands glide feels hot and tingly.

“What do you feel like doing tonight?” Voss asks.

I shake my head, my teeth skimming his prickly jaw. “Suggestions?”

“Have you ever gotten off by rubbing dicks together?”

I lean backward to look at him. “Didn’t I make it clear I’ve never been with a guy before?”

Voss presses his lips to mine, then bites my bottom. I shudder. “Yes. I made my demand incorrectly. Let’s do that.”

Grinning, I nod. “Fine.”

“Keep your sexy ass right here. I’m going to get some lube.” He rolls off me and leans off the side of the bed to reach into the nightstand. I’m left staring at his sexy ass. Beyond him, I see Axl’s cradle.

“Is it weird to get off in the same room as your baby?” I ask when he rolls toward me again.

Voss looks over his shoulder and shrugs. His hand lands on my chest, and he gently coaxes me onto my back before the click of the tube of lube opens. “He’s far too young to remember seeing this. Also, I don’t think he can see this far. Also-also, as long as you don’t get carried away and scream, he won’t even wake up.”

I jerk when he squirts lube onto my cock. It’s fucking cold. I glare, but then his hand is around my dick, stroking, and I forget to be annoyed. Voss tosses the lube away and presses his lips to my cheek. “If it bothers you, we can go to your room or to the couch around the corner where he can’t see.”

“I’m putting a hard limit on no sexy things in the same room as your baby when he’s six months old,” I say.

Voss grins. “Deal.” He rolls onto me, straddling my legs. I watch as he pushes his hard dick to mine and closes his fist around both.

At first, I can only stare at how strangely mesmerizing it is to see them lined up, head-to-head. Shaft against shaft. It’s strangely sexy. A bead of precum grows from his slit and drips onto my cockhead. I shiver.

His hand moves along our lengths together. Squeezing a little. Firmly rubbing. My muscles feel like they’re shaking in anticipation.

“Do you know how to do this?” I ask.

Voss snorts. “I have two master’s degrees and a doctorate, Brek. This isn’t something I need to study to understand.”

“Little full of yourself, too, huh?” I ask, eyes narrowed.

He grins and leans down to kiss me, our cocks trapped between us in his hand. “I’ve watched videos,” he confides. “It feels good to have your dick against mine, so I’m catching my breath before I prematurely cover you in my cum. That okay with you? You in a hurry?”

“I don’t know how long my dick’s gonna wanna stay hard this time, so yeah, kinda.”

“This isn’t a now or never scenario.”

“But I want it now. Rub your dick on mine already.”

Chuckling, Voss leans back up. He braces his hand on the bed over my shoulder, keeping his other firmly around our cocks, and rocks his hips a couple times experimentally. I groan, my own hips jerking in response.

“Yeah, that’s good,” he murmurs, dropping his head and watching our dicks. At least, that’s what I think he’s watching.

He continues to rock against me, and while I attempt to lie still and let him lead, I don’t succeed. My entire body shivers as heat swirls inside me and little electrical charges of pleasure make my body spasm and my cock twitch.

I grip his hips, and together, we jerk our cocks in his hand. I’m partially wondering if he’ll come first. There’s a chance I’m trying to hold out. However, I fail when he moans. There’s something about that tenor that shoves me into orgasm. I gasp. My body feels like it flails as I spray us both. Because he’s still jerking against me, my cock moves like a damn hose, and my cum splatters like paint flicked from a brush.

A minute later, Voss’ joins mine. Between our sweat, lube, and cum, I feel grossly wet.

“Yep, that was fun,” Voss says, letting his body come down on mine. “At least the evening ends with fun.”

I huff. “You got like two minutes to catch your breath. I don’t like this sticky, wet feeling.”

“Maybe one day we’ll work up to licking each other clean.”

My face scrunches, and Voss laughs. “Yeah. Sure.”

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